Thin Air

Thin Air
©2008 Wayne Cook

I could see the sky
In her doe-like eyes
The earth silent at her feet
Her shoulders rose proud
Like the tops of clouds
The sun worshipped her when in sleep

Her body was lithe
A sculpture alive
With flesh and bone and blood
Gentle of face
I could sense her grace
Desire and my tears mixed flood

I played my guitar
As my mind strayed afar
An invitaion played in her smile
The image would stay
Then it would fade
My arms reached for her all the while

My soul sang a song
My heart panting, longed
For her fragrance and skin drove me mad
Her breath sighed anew
Finally I knew
The dream through, desperate, I grabbed

Thin air……

Lavender

Dedicated to my friend, Kate Anderson, without whom this page would not exist.


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©2007 Wayne Cook

Sun cascades through its fragile skin,…
Delicate and and tenuous like secret sin,…
The flower glows with translucence and light,…
Speckles and lavender proud and bright.